Swear to our party to be ever true,
And let me die in peace—I pray thee, do.”
With some reluctance, but obedience more,
The weeping youth reflected, sigh’d, and swore; 40
Trembling, he swore for ever to be true,
And wear no colour but the untainted Blue.
This done, the Captain died in so much joy,
As if he’d wrought salvation for his boy.
The female friends their wishes yet retain’d,
But seldom met, by female fears restrain’d;